Poems about wind, soil, flowers and plants

1. Poem about wind flowers 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze.

-Bai Juyi's Grass

3, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

4. Winter wind: In the ninth month of the night, it was cold in the wheel tower and valley, full of broken boulder pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind.

-Cen Can The Journey to the West

The wind from thousands of miles is beating the battlements of Yumenguan.

1。 There are a few plums in the corner, and hanling is the only one —— Mei by Wang Anshi.

2。 The shadow is horizontal, the water is shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk —— Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (Song Dynasty)

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . (Wang Wei, one of the miscellaneous poems)

I heard plum blossoms and breezes, and snow drifts spread all over four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? (Mei Lu You)

The quiet steps in the mountains are magical, and it is late at night. A plum blossom is annoying on the highest branch. (Tan Mei's "Yang Wanli")

2. The ancient poem about wind, grass and flowers, sitting alone in the cottage, gives Xue Neishi a clear vision of the rock valley, clear and profound.

At dusk in Bai Yunfei, the green water inspired the sound. The ravine is full of colorful flowers, and the mountain window is gloomy.

Flowers and plants linger, trees and stones face the grave. Sitting alone on the sofa facing Chen, no guests have a piano.

Lonely in the mountains, who knows that my heart is not boring. Source: China's Poems-Sui-The quatrains are late in the sky, beautiful in the mountains and fragrant.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Origin: China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Du Fushan Zen □ with musk navel, light flowers and less smoke fans.

□□□□ Trembling gold, Anthurium falling, Cui Yun low. Ytterbium smiled at Xia's face, wrinkled with gold and silver mud.

Spring is halfway over, and the grass is tender and green. Origin: China's Poems-Tang and Five Dynasties-Ning He once boarded the Phoenix Stage in Nanjing, where Phoenix once played, so this place was named after them, but now it is abandoned in this desolate river.

[1] Wu Gong Jing Cao Qu, golden clothes and old dust. [2] Three mountains and a half fall out of the sky, like this island where egrets divide the river.

[3][4][5] A cloud rose between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart. Source: China's Poems-Tang and Five Dynasties-Li Baibei shines black and purple in the cold, and the Yellow River freezes and the fish and dragons die.

A hundred stones are better than a river. Frosted flowers and plants are as big as money, and knives are not everywhere.

The sea roared, the mountains and waterfalls were silent, and the jade rainbow hung. Origin: China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Li He was inserted at the foot of Lianzhou, Tian Ge, overlooking the rural market.

It feels very comfortable to go to the county building. So I wrote a book about it as a folk song to help poets.

Flowers and plants are in full bloom on the top of the mountain, and swallows fly from east to west. The horizon looks like a line, and the white water is uneven.

The peasant woman is wearing a white skirt and the peasant father is wearing a green coat. Singing together is as charming as bamboo branches.

But when you smell resentment, you can't distinguish slang. Whenever you laugh, you will laugh at each other.

Horizontal seedlings are barren, and fireworks are born in the market. Yellow dogs reciprocate, red chickens crow and peck.

Who is on the side of the road? This hoodie has long sleeves. Since the word collectors, teenagers from the emperor township.

Fu Tian, a military strategist, said, "Your family is very good at this. When I came to Chang 'an Road, my eyes were completely different.

Ji Li gave a speech with a smile: "Chang 'an is really big, and the provincial gate is high and steep, and there is no limit to it. I came to fill the doorman yesterday, only using bamboo cloth.

You see, in 2003, I will be an official. Source: China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Liu Yuxi Zhongshan is silent around the bamboo stream, and the flowers and plants in the west of the bamboo are soft in spring.

[2] Mao Yan sat opposite each other all day long, and a bird didn't sing. [3] Source: China's Poetry-Northern Song Dynasty-Wang Anshi's fisherman Aoping Bridge, with flowers and plants.

There are some windows in the hut. Before the dust comes, there will always be a spring breeze to clean it.

Sleeping in the afternoon is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today.

I am greedy for dreams, but I forget Handan Road. Source: China's Poetry-Northern Song Dynasty-Wang Anshi's "Bodhisattva Iman nirvana in fire Shang Lou Qu".

The grass in front of the building is green every year. Green is like a robe.

The sleeves floated up as soon as I turned around. Langpao should be old.

The color is not long. Afraid of spring in the mirror.

Not as new as flowers and plants. Source: China's Poems-Northern Song Dynasty-Zhang Xian Bodhisattva Xia Half Smoke and Half Rain Creek Bridge, the fisherman was drunk and nobody called him.

What is the meaning of laziness? Flowers and plants are fragrant in spring. Jiang Shan is waiting for you, and this meaning is deep.

Ask me where I'm going and you'll know. Source: China's Poems-Northern Song Dynasty-Huang Tingjian Huanxisha is full of mountains and rivers recalling the past, and flowers and plants in Tingzhou are soft in spring.

Changting lives on Mulan boat. Good dreams are easy to go with the flowing water, but people are still worried about Xiaoyun, so pedestrians are not allowed to go to wangjinglou.

Source: China's Poems-Northern Song Dynasty-Murong Yanqing's wife fell in love with a butterfly, and the sound of spring dawn, [1] butterfly Qi Fei, flowers and plants bloomed in the warm sun. The bottom of the flower is still singing, and prostitutes are urging spring and getting old.

It is early that there are few red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which is even more annoying. The old man is moving in snow and ice alone, and no one knows that spring is coming quietly.

Origin: China's poem-Jin-Duan Keji Liangshan Bo gathers bone fans, and the Xiangjiang keel is thin. Clever roll, folded into Xiang Bo wrinkles.

Golden flowers and plants compete for beauty. Cuitiao is more concentric.

The golden palace bead curtain is always idle. When I hold the breeze, I am temporarily happy in my arms.

Listen to the announcement suddenly and play it quickly. Gently fade into Luo Xiang sleeve.

3. Poems describing soil are beautiful in mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Lu You's Yongmei

Where to drink at sunset? The embroidered saddle horse hissed and was covered with blue musk deer. Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha"

Life is a happy thing. Listening to Jin Bianxi at night, even if the mountains fall, I am willing to grind them into mud.

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil.

4. Poetry 1 is related to soil. Border soldiers demand food and clothing, just like soil. -Yao He

2. The bones of the West Lake are buried in a hill, and the sun has gone through autumn. The Central Plains turned a blind eye to his dereliction of duty, but visitors from the north can still talk about their old worries. -Wang Song Sun Ying's Tomb of King Yue Wumu.

At noon on weeding day, sweat dripped down the soil. Li Shen

4. Nowadays, it is better to point out the rural soldiers as garrison soldiers. -Wei Zhuang

5, physical and mental security is my soil, not limited to Chang' an Luoyang. -Bai Juyi

6. There is no dust in front of the county during the day, and people go fishing in front of the county. -Liu Yuxi

7, the jade bowl does not grind the soil, and the blue sky hole fills the white stone. -Han Yu

8, the soil paste is rainy and diligent, and a hundred flowers bloom. -Fan Chengda

9. Elm pods are healthy and orchid buds are negative. -Xue neng

10, Tumen Mountain is narrow, and the trail is autumn. -Du Fu

1 1, I heard that there used to be a Hai Weng with white eyebrows. -Guan xiu

12. Outside Zheng Mo, there is idle soil in the city. -Liu Jia

13, nine plows are inexhaustible, and Huang Wu still conquers. -Liu Jia

14, beat gongs and drums to annoy them and actively use troops. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. -"Peak Drum"

15, the sea is boundless, and life is only bitter. -Du Xunhe

16, hunger pecks at the empty city soil, not near Taicang millet. -Liu Jia

17, the army was defeated by Huayang, and the body turned to dust. -Ruan Ji

18, the dust is long and late, and the wind and smoke waste the palace and autumn. -Bai Juyi

19, the wheat seedlings are getting bitter, the sun is shining and the soil is really dry. -Dai Shulun

20, but there is no new soil on the ridge, and the bones should be ownerless. -Wang Jian

2 1, 30 fame dust, 8 thousand miles of clouds and months. -Yue Fei

22, the rain is moist, and the soil paste is disgusting. -Qian Qi

23. This pile of soil gradually came out of the mountain and eventually moved south to the family room. -Bai Juyi

24. Last year, I chased yellowbird by myself, but it rained all night. —— Feng Zhe

25. Miaomang water is not my soil, duckweed is my body. -Bai Juyi

26, often think of the peak, the grotto is the bed. -Guan xiu

27, should only be rooted in the soil of the Millennium, has been buried surprisingly Jin people. -Pei Shuo

Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust, and people are lonely. -Du Fu

29. I want to send blood and tears to the mountains and rivers, and I want to sprinkle a mound of soil in Dongshan. -Li Qingzhao

30. Joe's father looked hungry and travel-stained, saying that his life was bitter and cold. -Guan xiu

Who has any articles about "wind", "flowers" and "earth"? Life is mixed with soil.

Please put the depth of my soul

The last rose with thorns

Don't hesitate to take it away

I've done it.

Withering preparation

Cherry blossom-like smiling face under the grape trellis

A vague figure on the Baisha River

Fingers swarmed under the sky.

Still so clear

It's like the tracks of a speeding wheel.

At the moment, only the heartbeat breathes.

This feeling used to drive me crazy.

At the moment, I dare not inquire into your whereabouts.

The presumptuous spider sealed the fireplace.

The ash stirred up the rampage on the wall.

The entanglement and joy of the past

Everything is back to the legend.

Flowers only bloom once.

I decided to mix my life with mud.

Either way, it's death.

I'll leave you alone in the sea

Mohui

I'm alone.

Wave a hand

Indulge in the red dust

6. Poems about trees and flowers can't close the garden in spring, and an apricot goes out of the wall-Ye Songshao Weng's "Not Worth Visiting the Garden"

Waiting to see the east wind is always spring-spring day in Song Zhuxi.

Jiang Hua wins the fire at sunrise, and Jiang Qing is blue in spring —— Tang Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

A little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery —— Wang Song Anshi's Singing Pomegranate Flowers

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms —— Song Lu's tour of "Spring Rain in Lin 'an at the beginning of the year" is thin and shallow, and the evening is fragrant —— Song Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain"

Peaches and plums are full of worries, and shepherd's purse comes to the stream in spring —— Partridge Sky by Song Xin Qi Ji. Fu represents others.

Flowers don't lift the ban, and poetry is in chaos —— Song Yan Shu's Walking on the Sand